Work

It hasn’t been a great morning here; I’ve been up since around 4:30am. I tried to find sleep again, but couldn’t do it. Chaucer snuggled against my leg for most of the morning, until just around 6am. At that point, he leisurely strolled under the bed and puked directly under my head. Fuck that, I’m…

I want the weekend.

I should do my nails, but they’re chipped and I think it’ll go with the look I’m trying to achieve.